Meeting Master Ch 01B

Chapter 1B: Collaring Day

She took the long way home so she would have more time to think, more time wearing her new collar and more time to think with the collar on. She wondered if there would be a difference when she took it off. For one thing, she hoped her thoughts would be more coherent than they were now. While driving almost on autopilot, her mind danced and twirled. Any ideas that came into view flitted away before they could be caught and absorbed.

She had the car heater on high even though the sun was out and it was a fairly warm day. She was shaking and shivering almost uncontrollably and she felt chilled to the bone. She put her hand on her cheek but found both were actually warm. She chuckled when she realized that her bum was pretty warm, too. Giving a mental shrug, she put it all down to being overtired on top of the physical aftermath of good sex. The trembling notwithstanding, she felt calm, subdued almost, something like last night. Her mind wandered back and she tried yet again to put a finger on it. All through the long night at work before, she had felt a strangeness, relaxed, yet different. It was almost as if her mind had let go of any solidness and just drifted asea. She hadn't been able to concentrate enough to read the novel she had taken to work so she spent the whole night flipping through a magazine, not remembering any of it. Nor could she remember any one thing she had thought about. She performed her duties as an automaton and just got through the night. It was a good thing Master hadn't asked for another story: who knows what kind of gobbledygook would have been turned out.

Try as she might, she wasn't able to come up with an explanation for the weird feelings. She had been so excited, so eager waiting for this day and here she was, a lump of non-emotion. The closest scenario she could come up with was when she wrote for her Personal Trainer certification. The course and the studying had been difficult. For the last two weeks before the final test, she hardly slept, hardly ate; all energy was focused on the material and the desire to do well. The night before, she had been subdued, relaxed and almost numb. She knew that she had finished all the work, studying and preparations to the best of her ability and then had to just trust in herself to do well.

This was a test of sorts too even though there was no course and no real studying she could have done. It was more of a mental preparation than physical. Master's explanations, questions and instructions were explicit and simple to follow. So there it was: she had finished her research which was reading everything she could find and chatting with Master about expectations. Going over the checklist she had completed had helped as well. She had finished most of her readying the evening before by laying out her outfit, checking stockings for snags and waxing and plucking her pussy area. She only had the last minute things to do in the morning so as not to be rushed. She had finished all the preparations to the best of her ability and now had to trust in herself to do well.

There was no question about her wanting this, to be a sub, to have a Master. It was ironic that this happened during International Woman's Week, though; the celebration of, if not outright feminism, rights and freedoms of women as equals not slaves, sex objects or whipping posts. She is not a stereo-typical feminist but she is a strong woman and used to being in control, if not of other people, of herself and any situation she's in. She has free will and exercises it regularly. She has intelligence, a quick mind and freedom of speech and uses all of them regularly also. So she still finds it ironic, amusing almost, that she wants to be sexually submissive, to cede control of part of her life, to obey a Master. She finds it ironic, yes, but also finds it erotic, comfortable and just right somehow.

Maybe this was what her mind had been working on last night: trying to reconcile two very opposite lifestyles in one life. It had all come very quickly together, considering, taking only a couple days to make the declaration then less than a week to have a collar placed around her neck. But none of it was being taken lightly for all its quickness. She felt the decision must have been made long, long ago and was just now being realized and acted upon, thereby making the transition easier.

Her first experience as an actual sub, albeit in training, turned out to be a good one. Having the collar placed around her neck was not the earth-shattering experience it might be for some. She had already made the decision, the declaration and the statement of understanding so the feeling was natural, a confirmation more so. Kneeling blindfolded and on display, being photographed and inspected -- all in silence -- was easy to do. It kind of reminded her of boot camp except for the nakedness. When Master didn't say anything, she figured she must have passed muster. She could smell the lilac oil he trailed across her shoulders, back and upper chest. She loved when he did that. Not only did she like the smell and tenderness of the soft finger but she knew that because he found the scent arousing, she would benefit from it later as well. He noticed that she was trembling and remarked on it, asking in that soft voice if she was ok. She said that she was, and truly she was ok. She was shaking mostly from the effort of maintaining her position on the unstable, moving surface (not to mention the effect of a long night of caffeine) but she wasn't about to admit that to Master. She still didn't know exactly what he expected or wanted of her except to be submissive, controlled and demure. She had decided that submissive meant "do as you're told without hesitation, don't speak except to answer a question, and no eye contact." Controlled would mean stoic, accepting whatever Master says or does without sound or movement. Demure was something she would have to work on since according to the dictionary, she didn't have a demure bone in her body. So in some ways, this was all feeling a little like basic training. And since that feeling was known and understood, it put a whole new spin on this.

The wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs were the same as Master had done before but the arms behind the back and tethered at the elbows was new. It was not uncomfortable and she was relaxed. She felt her nipples being pulled and squeezed then heard metallic clinking. Nipple clamps? She had requested them for her first day and so was expecting them. Once Master was finished doing whatever it was he did, she found them not unbearable at all; babies latching on had hurt worse at times. When he said something about the rubber thing, she wanted to suggest removing the rubber and trying it without but was afraid she'd get in trouble for speaking. She made a mental note to mention it to him for the next time. She heard the whir and snap of the camera again. Then she felt him stick a finger in her pussy and swipe it out. She opened her mouth when he laid that finger on her lips and sucked her own juice off. Hmmm, thick, kinda salty, kinda sweet.

Master undid everything, which was nice of him because she needed to turn around and lay prone. With her arms bound she would have had to fall flat on her face. He retied her arms behind her back and then strapped her legs up so her feet were next to her bum. Too close obviously because he spread her knees wide. Again, not uncomfortable. Then he started to play.

Still driving home, still with no brain, she couldn't recall exactly what he did and in what order; she found that it had all run together. She remembered hands and fur and leather, grabbing, spanking, flogging interspersed with softness. She remembered fingers and vibration. At first everything was separate and seemed to be done in certain steps. Gentleness at first, getting rougher, back to gentle, then the fingering. As her arousal was climbing the gentleness disappeared and there was flogging and fingering together. Was this to accomplish the pain/pleasure reconciliation concept? That one can bring or heighten the other? Try as she might, she couldn't grasp it. Her ass was warm and her cunt was purring but as soon as the blows came, her mind immediately switched over to accommodate this new invasion. Not being able to marry the two, they remained separate entities in her mind. Her body may have said differently but sometimes the brain doesn't always pick up the same wavelength. Too bad she couldn't just turn off her brain completely.

The main thing she remembered is that the pain was not unbearable, not too bad at all really; and the pleasure was exquisite. Master had asked her at one point if she wanted to cum and she had replied, "Not yet, Sir." It was all feeling just way too good and she wanted it to go on and on. Cumming would have put an end to it.

As it was, Master had other ideas anyway. He released her legs and attached a spreader bar; her arms were put up and out to the corners of the bed and refastened. She heard a rustle, felt the bed move and he climbed aboard. He slid his cock into her wet cunt easily and buried it deep. Time sped up and stopped, disjointed thoughts flew and sensations went whirling. Arching back and grinding her ass into him; pushing with arms extended in an effort to impale herself deeper on his cock; sweet spot being teased; sparklers shooting upward and outward from her cunt; how cool and smooth his belly felt on her hot ass when he leaned forward; beard tickling on her shoulder; thinking "Go ahead and bite"; hair being yanked pulling her head back (ooh, she likes that one); can't move hips anymore, use the cunt to squeeze; slow...slow...pound...pound...pound, every thrust sending shocks arcing through her cunt not subsiding before the next strike. She heard "Cum with your Master" and squeezed hard. Well aimed thrusts hit her just right and sent her spinning out of control. He allowed her to soar and swirl while he stayed buried deep. After a moment he withdrew, leaving an emptiness unique to just this.

She had reached home by now and was sitting in the car with her collar still on. Reluctantly she reached up and unbuckled it. She put it in her purse where she'll at least still be able to hear the clinking. Her reminder.